The everyday monsters in our lives

He did hit, but the vampyre barely reacted, well besides chuckling a little bit. It wasn't painful to him. Or perhaps it was, but ages of repressing his feelings were the thing that aided him right now. The gun against his head made him smile. This was the reaction he had hoped for. Humans were too fun when they acted this way. The way he spoke, he was sure he had pressed a nerve within the poor mortal.
He didn't even say anything as the door opened, Sadie and a goon stepping in. "Move away, Benjamin," she spoke, this time more stone faced, but it was because her sire was being threatened. She had a different bond with the man who had changed her. If he didn't, the goon stepped forward, and even if a human could detect danger, the vampyre still had the upper hand in regards to speed. He wrapped his arms under the human's pits and up behind his head, holding him in a locked position so he couldn't use his arms. Sadie went and took the gun from his hand, placing it in front of Cesare on the bed as she noticed he had been hit. She didn't even hesitate as she bit into her wrist, opening up for her blood to run freely, offering it to her master. She was truly changed.
Cesare chuckled, watching the human as he had always had a card up his sleeve. His little sire came and offered him the blood he so desired, reaching down to delicately kiss her bloody wrist before sinking his teeth in, which hadn't been necessary. Sadie grit her teeth, looking only at him as he drank from her. Once he had had his fill, the wound on his shoulder would start to heal faster. Sadie slumped over, having been drained quite a lot, but she wouldn't die. At least not yet. "Loyalty," he commended her, touching her cheek gently as if he hadn't just drained her. He grabbed the gun, turning it in his hand. "These man made object have improved over the years, I see," he hummed. He turned Sadie around, a twisted smile on his lips. "I guess if you're really that obsessed with seeing a vampyre's brain out on the ground, I guess we should be good hosts and provide for our guest," he said, cocking it before placing it against the back of Sadie's skull. She whimpered softly, her eyes hazily looking towards her brother, but she couldn't really speak, her bloody wrist in her lap and smearing over her pretty dress.
The vampyre hummed, clicking his tongue a little, "she's a sweetheart, isn't she? Well if I had known how useless she would've been I would've never had turned her," he sighed, his free hand moving down to cup her face from behind, still sitting on the bed as if it was his throne. "But she was so willing to do anything to get away from your father, wasn't she?" - "Well, little dove, let's show your brother how cruel he is to our kind." And with that he shot through the back of her skull, the bullet flying out and landing in front of the human's feet. The blood splattered everywhere, brain and pieces of fragmented skull littered the floor before Sadie slumped forwards, what was left of her face hitting the dirty floorboards with a hollow thump.

The goon wasn't letting him go. No, he had orders, besides he barely felt as his feet were stomped on. However as the break ran through the room, Cesare's eyes changed as he looked at the goon angrily, "you big oaf, you've hurt our guest!" His voice raised, getting up, not caring if he stepped on Sadie on the way over there. The goon started to shiver in fear and the vampyre lifted the gun, placing it right between the goon's eyes, not even warning him before he shot. The goon's grip loosened as he slumped down to the floor as well, his blood seeping out.
Cesare sighed, shaking his head a little as he stepped away from the scene, looking at both of his subjects as if they were no more than worms on the street to him. "I must admit, I have my soft spots," he said with a sigh, walking over to grab a flacon stood on the nightstand filled with red and thick liquid. It was blood without a doubt, taking a sip from it he sighed, shaking his head. "Now, how about we play another little game," he said.
The human could certainly try to run, but he would soon be stood in front of him, kicking him back and down on the floor, his sole pressed against his throat. Waving the flacon he smiled, tipping it and letting blood drip down, one drop at a time onto the human's forehead. It was still lukewarm and very sticky. Heavy and hurting roughly around that of hail. "I want to keep you and that little fenix," he nodded to himself before he smiled more twistedly. "You are much prettier than your sister," he pondered, more drops falling on his forehead as he spoke. "Well .. If you are to stay, we better know each other's names, right?"
A small chuckle left his lips, turning his eyes to look to the fenix on the bed who was slowly beginning to move. Her clothes were torn and her weapons stripped. She looked disoriented. "Vampyre venom to a fenix feels like a very heavy sedation," he smiled, seeing how she was still struggling. Blood dripping from her neck and down into the bed. He sighed, turning his attention back on the human beneath him. "Now, Benjamin, would you like to try that venom .. or do you still prefer your mortal life?" - "Don't be shy, speak up!" He pressed down on him, a few more drops of blood hitting his forehead.

Cesare chuckled softly as the human was still fighting back. It was cute and endearing in a twisted way, but it didn't sway his choice to keep him. The hisses made him sigh, kneeling down he kept the weight of his foot on the human's neck. His eyes moved to the red head, "but she isn't part of your kind, is she?" he asked, almost as if he was trying to persuade him to do something, but he didn't hold eye contact, so his voice was simply emulating it. "I'll tell you what .. I'm a generous man, and I can recognize that I have been treating my guest badly," throwing the flacon across the room, though it was made from cheap plastic, but the blood splattered everywhere.
"You can kill her, and walk out of here as if nothing has happened; I won't follow you; I won't seek you out; and I promise you that you will never see me again," he whispered to him, chuckling as if it was a childish secret being kept from the fenix. He sighed, playing with the human's hair, running a finger along his cheek, his cold skin feeling the warm blood in his veins. "Or you can stay here, pledge yourself to me, and I'll let her live," he shrugged. The choice was up to him, but he wouldn't take lightly to being deceived. He had already shown no hesitation in hurting his own creations, what did a human truly mean in his eyes?

Oh how he loved this game already. He wondered what the human might think of this, but it was clear he made up his mind, though perhaps coerced by the fact of what had happened in this room. He sighed, looking to the fenix, feeling the way his foot was grabbed harder, but it bare made an indent in his skin regardless. "You are so lucky, my little strawberry," he moved his hand down next to the human's head, knocking on the wood as a goon entered. Cesare just gestured to the fenix and she was grabbed, pulled out of the room. She was left outside, but not in a state where she could really do anything but wander around aimlessly. Of course the human couldn't know that. Besides Cesare couldn't find it in him to care much.
"I think you'll do nicely, my little dove," he spoke almost affectionately to the human. Getting off of his neck he smiled, gesturing around the room, looking to Sadie on the floor, he picked up her face, turning it towards her brother. He moved her broken jaw, "oh brother, I'm so happy you're home," he imitated her voice before dropping her head with a thump. It sounded hollow. But she would recover soon enough. "Alright, I think it's about time we shut this party down .. I'm bored anyways," he said, walking back to the human, helping him up. He assessed his arm, sighing as he grabbed him rather hard, popping his shoulder back into place quite forcefully and a snap was heard. He hadn't pushed enough to break it, just enough to get it back in its socket. "Now, my darling, let us find a quiet place to retreat to," he whispered in his ear, breathing in the scent of his blood.

And a place he did find, setting them up in quite the lucrative suite at a fancy hotel. They had the view of most of Central from up where they were. He made sure to have new clothes brought and a doctor to assess the human's injuries. Cesare stood by a large window as the doctor mumbled something about it not making much sense with the story that the vampyre had told. The doctor looked to the human, doubt in his eyes, but he did his job regardless.
When he was done, Cesare moved over, looking into the doctor's eyes, persuading him to forget that this night ever happened. That was a good thing about being borderline ancient: you knew your powers really well. The doctor wandered out and closed the door after himself. The vampyre rolled his eyes. "Go wash up, little dove, I'll order you some mortal sustenance," he waved his hand.

Cesare had seated himself in the windowsill overlooking the city, a glass of wine in his hand; he had even poured one for the human if he so chose to drink it. "Don't flatter yourself," he chuckled, smelling that he hadn't had a shower or anything, "if anything, we vampyre's prefer a bit of dirt on our donors." He had seen this trick before, and yet it was still amusing to him what mortals found disgusting. No, Cesare loved mortals deep down, but it was never something you would catch him saying. "Your sister has started to reassemble," putting it more delicately for the human as he turned around with a sigh.
"That cap isn't helping you .. keep it off," he said, wafting his hand as he didn't care for whatever objection he had. There was a gentle knock at the door and the vampyre got up. He let in a beautiful young man, at least beautiful when compared to other mortals. He was human, tilting his head to the side as he saw the other human in the room, "I-I'm sorry, I can come back after..?" He spoke polite but the vampyre smiled warmly, pulling him inside along with the tray of food for the man that was now affectively his hostage. Or was it a hostage if nobody knew he was missing? He couldn't say.
The human guy inspected the other, but Cesare clicked his tongue, pulling his chin so his face was on him. "You're here to serve me, aren't you?" he asked with a sly smile and the human nodded. The vampyre moved back, sitting down in a chair across from the man he held captive, the human in his lap who soon enough blushed by all the attention. "Let me introduce you to my new friend; Benjamin," he spoke his name almost affectionately, as if he was his lover. "Benjamin, this is Alex, he's my donor for tonight," however Cesare pouted his lips, "I'm sorry, Alex, but my friend isn't used to my ways .. Would you help him ease into it?" he asked. Alex smiled, nodding as he seemingly would do anything for this vampyre. He offered his wrist, smiling at the other human, "it doesn't hurt me," he informed him, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as Cesare bit down, sampling from his veins as he had a few mouthfuls. He wasn't looking to drain the sweet young man. No, he was beautiful for a mortal, so he couldn't have himself ruin a masterpiece. At least not before enjoying it to its fullest.

Alex did very good, at least from the vampyre's point of view. He released his wrist, letting the human rest his head against the cold shoulder. "I have a few questions for you, my dove," he spoke to his captured with a slight smile, licking a rogue droplet of blood off of his lips before he continued to speak. "Do you find frogs unnatural for eating a fly?" he asked, getting up, placing the tired human in the chair he had been sitting in. He moved closer to the one he called Benjamin, and he would perhaps always think of him with that name. "Do you think cats are unnatural for hunting mice?" He grabbed the silver cover for the food, unveiling quite the exquisite meal that had been prepared for him. "Or do you see anything unnatural about a lion eating a gazelle?" Perhaps the human had caught on about now.
He sighed, placing the silver cover on the table next to the food, gesturing for him to eat. He was going to need his energy. He moved over, sitting by the windowsill once more, opening the window. "I suppose you do not see me as an animal nor a person with a soul," he chuckled. The city was bustling outside, even at this time of night. It was calming to him in a sense that life always found a way to continue. "And yet you do not fear me." That was what puzzled him a bit. Because he hadn't sensed any fear from him, no sweat, nothing that he could pick up on in regards to scent, when he had been threatening him. The only thing he had noticed was how he had lost composure as his sister had been shot.
"Your sister spoke about you often," he hummed softly, nodding to himself, "she told me of your parents, how cruel they could be, and how inbred that whole town of yours were." Clicking his tongue he shook his head. Perhaps it wasn't the poor human's fault. "She has quite the sob story, I suppose, but you were always the highlight of the stories .. Sometimes I wished I had gotten a hold of you and not her, but you've grown into quite the handsome man," he was just speaking, not really caring if he listened regardless. Looking over at him, he smiled, "I guess you would never admit to me that you find me attractive as well." It was a tease, but to every tease there had to be some truth. And maybe it was hidden deep down.

"You mean good folks that would want to kill anyone different from themselves," he corrected him, but wasn't really interested in that topic anymore, so he moved on. However what he liked right now was the fact that the human didn't even object to liking how the vampyre looked. Not that he looked bad, far from it, he had a certain look about him that was almost ageless. Funny how that worked out for a vampyre.
When he thanked him for the food he made a small gesture with his hand, wondering if the human perhaps was stupid enough to save that knife for later. "Well, if you won't confirm nor deny my appeal, indulge me in what your type is," he said, though adding something before the human answered, "and do not say alive or something live that .. I won't like that." The human was interesting to him. Perhaps because he had never met anyone who so willingly had given up his life for another. Quite commendable, if it weren't for the fact that Cesare thought him a fool. However even fools could be wise under the right circumstances.

"Of course not everyone has an interest, in fact I much prefer conversation to sex," he shrugged as it perhaps made him odd, "though sex is better if who I'm talking to is not of high intelligence." Was the conceited of him? Yes, most likely, but when you had lived this long, sex just started to become a way to pass the time more than anything. It was a way to let off steam. But he couldn't recall the last time he had truly enjoyed it or appreciated it. Perhaps it was something that came with living forever.
The mention of his parents supposedly finding someone for him made him chuckle, "I was married once too; Terrible woman, but again I have never been the easiest to live with." That was a fair assessment he would say. "Is that why you ran away?" He was presuming more than knowing, but who knew, maybe his bluff would bear fruits. At least the vampyre still found him entertaining. But the question made him frown, getting up from the windowsill to walk closer to the human. Cesare had always struggled staying still in a place for too long. It was as if he felt bored any second he wasn't moving.
"I spend my immortal life bored, my little dove," he said, smiling as he got closer, leaning down over him, placing a cold finger under his chin to have them be face to face. "I seek out excitement and trouble because it amuses me .. because at the end of the day none of this has any true meaning," his breath sweet and yet the linger of blood was present. "Tell me, Benjamin, would you ever let me kiss you?"

"I wouldn't get it?" He repeated, rephrasing it as a question shaking his head no, "you think I've lived this long without experiencing everything?" That was a bold assessment. Though he had to commend the human somewhat, seeing as he was keeping the conversation going. "Then what? Have you set off on a holy mission to kill leeches like me?" He thought he had heard that expression about vampyres before at least.
As he leaned over the human, he could hear how his heart was beating. Was he nervous at all? He sure seemed like it with the way his pulse was going at it. The answer didn't surprise him, however the addition made him chuckle. Leaning down to his ear, his lips barely touched his skin as he whispered to him almost seductively, "you are cute when you are flustered." Smiling he leaned away, giving him some space as he looked at the finished plate. He grabbed the bottle of wine, filling more in the human's and then his own.
"I don't think the two of us are so different," he hummed softly, walking over to the donor who was slowly coming to. He took the wrist he had bit from, lifting it to his glass of wine and adding some droplets to it before letting go of the almost limp arm. Taking a sip he smiled. "However I think you will deny it to your dying days."

The mutter just seemed to confirm what he had said. Though it didn't really matter, did it? The human had said so himself that he would never let him kiss him, and yet Cesare couldn't truly believe it. As he was asked why they were similar he hummed, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed, swirling his wine and letting it make gentle curtains on the inside of his glass. "I suppose that is one way to put it," he pondered, seemingly reflecting over what he had said before his face softened up, smiling again as he turned to inspect the human. It was cute that he was abstaining from drinking, but perhaps he didn't trust himself?
"But to answer your question, I see we are both headstrong," he said, "we are both very good looking," gesturing down his body. A sly smile on his lips before he took a sip of his bloody wine. "We both have secrets, keep our cards close to our chests," he sounded like he had a whole list already, and he had barely known him for six hours at this point. Cesare placed his glass on the floor, unbuttoning his cuffs on his shirt, rolling his sleeves up before undoing a few buttons over his chest. He just needed to let loose a little. "I have a feeling .. that you want more in life than surviving," he chuckled, tilting his head before reaching a hand out for him.
"Come to me," he spoke in an alluring tone, his voice sweeter than honey and compelling him to do as he asked.

"Not unique, no, but still makes us similar," he argued in a light tone. He wasn't seemingly angry or upset. In fact he felt the restlessness slowly dissipate as he sat here on the bed. Perhaps because he had an idea for his distraction. The human got up, even after hesitating, and Cesare smiled as he came closer. "I want you to know my name," he said with a slight chuckle, reaching out for him, though he wondered if he would even let him. However he didn't care much for that right now. He touched the human's shirt. "What do you think a monster like me could be called?" he asked, toying lightly with the hem of the fabric. It wasn't the finest clothes, and Cesare was sorta measuring him by eye so that he could get him something better to wear.
"I mean, I know your name is Benjamin .. Do you not wonder what mine is?" he smiled, his hand moving under the shirt, carefully poking his skin a few spots. He was nice and warm like any mortal was. Grasping on to his hip, he caressed his skin with his thumb. "Or would you prefer not to know it so you can keep thinking of me as a villain?"

He smiled as the human spoke about old vampyre names being fancy, "I suppose we are a product of the time we were born in," he pondered out loud, though it was clear the human had some spunk in him. The notion that no-one referred to him as Benjamin made him scoff, "I suppose I'll be the only one then .. I must be special." It was simply a tease, but he was poking around his brain to get him to react somewhat. Perhaps he wanted to know what he truly thought.
Humming at the question he tilted his head a little, feeling the goosebumps grow wherever he lingered. He for some reason really liked that feeling. It was just a clear indication that he was making the human feel something. Noticing he looked away, he scoffed as he stepped away. "Afraid to get caught with me?" he asked out loud, though he didn't expect the human to answer. He simply waved his hand, letting him go to the balcony to smoke. He didn't worry about him jumping. No, he wouldn't survive. Besides if he was so set on getting away, then he was just as boring as any other human.
As the human went to go smoke, Cesare moved over to Alex who was slowly waking up. The young man smiled through half lidded eyes as he saw the vampyre there. "Hello beautiful," he said, his voice a little raspy, reaching for the vampyre. Cesare had to admit he felt disappointed by Benjamin's behavior, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. He leaned in against the young man, placing his lips against his. This was as he had explained. Sex would do when conversation was too boring, and this young man had nothing to offer him besides his body. Alex grasped onto his shirt, slowly opening the buttons that the vampyre had already undone, making Cesare chuckle, "so needy." He leaned away. Somehow not truly satisfied. Though an idea did pop into his head, however he would wait until Benjamin rejoined them in the room.

As the human came back inside, Cesare had stripped off of his shirt, the young man sitting in his lap, kissing his chest, and yet the vampyre seemed awfully bored. Though the guy was quite clearly turned on. However he lit up as Benjamin came in, "my dove," he said, reaching for the human who had just entered. He was rather affectionate, and even if he was barely paying attention to what Alex was doing, he was still stroking his back gently. "Benjamin, tell me, have you ever been with a man?" he asked as if it was the most normal question in the world. And for him it was. He had been with countless people at this point, he was sure he had tried every gender at least once and then some.
"Alex here surely seems to enjoy my skin," he scoffed, grabbing the human's chin, pulling him away to look at him, chuckling softly, using his thumb to wipe away some spit from his lips. "I've always been more into smells," he admitted, sighing as he tilted the human's head in his grip, and the guy just smiling, willingly letting him do as he pleased. "Or perhaps intellect," he pondered, though neither was really something you could touch. He released the human, letting him continue to do as he pleased. "You need to unwind as well, do you not?" he nodded, clearly thinking ahead before he pulled out his phone, unlocking it to look through his contacts. "What is your type? Female? Curvy perhaps? Oh you sly dog, I bet you have some perverted fetish, do you not?" He chuckled.